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vergil x reader any gender wholesome cuz i don't think that man really knows what sex is even if nero is a thing

Eternally Soul Bonded

Vergil (DMC5) x Yamato! reader

warnings: reader is a humanoid version of Yamato, reader is also a bit obssessed with Vergil (mild yandere behaviour?), cussing, a bit of angst, fluff

summary: after opening a portal two decades ago, Vergil has lost his most prized possession, his sword. What he doesn’t know is that it had been reformed as a humanoid somewhere around the world, and that it was ready to be with him again.

word count: 2.5k

a.n: I don’t know if you wanted wholesome sex or just wholesome, but this is what I cooked up. Sorry if it’s a little disappointing? I’ve had this idea brewing for a bit and there’s definitely room for expanded lore, so if you liked this, you can send me another ask so I can work more on this!

It was really cold for a while… and dark. You were used to darkness, but this was a different kind. It was lonely out here. When you came to, you weren’t yourself, and you weren’t with who you were supposed to be. You were alone.

You stood and wobbled, not used to this form… You leaned yourself against the damp walls of the alleyway you found yourself in, and noticed a puddle of water beneath your feet in which you could see your reflection. You looked… human? How was that possible?

Your mouth trembled as if you were trying to speak, but no voice came out. Your head hurt, and you could only vaguely remember two things: You were Yamato, and you belonged to Vergil, son of Sparda. Nothing else.

…

“It’s been 20 years, Vergil, knock it off, me and Nero already said we were sorry about what happened to the sword anyway, can’t you let it go?” Dante asked with an exasperated sigh, trying to move around the papers and documents Vergil had gathered over the years in his futile attemps at locating his sword.

“Let it go ? You’re pretty foolish if you think I’ll simply give up on the Yamato, Dante, it belongs to me  and me alone.” Vergil snapped back “And it’s solely your  fault that I don’t have it with me for the past two decades, so if you could please at least pretend you’re helping for two seconds.”

“I’m not good at pretending, brother” Dante snickered, leaning back against his chair “Besides, your sword has a connection to you, right? Just like mine? If it didn’t find you now, maybe it doesn’t want you anymore or somethin-”

Before Dante could finish his sentence, he was lifted off his chair by the collar, making the chair fall on the ground. Vergil gripped him tight and firmly, an unforgiving gaze painting his complexion.

“Don’t you dare utter another word out of that filthy mouth of yours” Vergil sneered between gritted teeth.

Dante simply smiled, before Vergil let go of him and walked away, leaving the agency and shutting the doors angrily as he left.

“Where is that ray of sunshine going to now?” Nero asked from the couch as he fiddled with his mechanical arm.

“Probably going to look for his sword in the sewers again or something, he’s completely lost it”

…

Vergil wasn’t a man to give up on the things he wanted, especially things that were his by right, like his sword. It didn’t matter to him if it had been two days or two decades, he was determined to recover Yamato, no matter what.

After another week of searching in the surrounding areas, going as far as to go through the entire city and the cities next to it, when he was about to turn back, he felt something.

A spark, almost.

And he knew. It was Yamato.

Frantic, almost desperate, he began to blindly follow that spark… bumping into people, getting his boots dirty, it didn’t matter. He had never felt this close to it before.

It was a rare sight to see Vergil this disheveled and unhinged, but there he was, as he stood by an alleyway, hair having come undone, clothes dirty and unkempt. And so he saw it…but his expression showed disappointment.

“…What is the meaning of this?”

What stared back at him wasn’t his sword, but a person. Unclothed, and human. You.

Despite his expression, you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you, as well as relief. You wobbled towards him, stopping just before him to face him.

“….V….ergil?” Came out from your lips like a shaky whisper, and, as if you had spoken for the first time in your life, you touched your lips in surprise from the voice that came out of you.

Vergil on the other hand however, didn’t know what to make of this situation at all. He stared, his eyes searching for anything that could be missing… but he couldn’t ignore the sensation he felt. This… was somehow… what he had been looking for for the past 20 years.

“…This can’t be… Yamato?” Vergil finally asked in disbelief, visibly struggling to make sense of it all.

Hearing that name made your eyes widen. It felt familiar but also strangenly distant. Was that who you were? Something in you told you yes, but at the same time… it was if you weren’t just  that anymore.

In a flash, memories came forward… The moment Vergil used Yamato to open the portal 20 years ago, and what happened afterwards. How your body broke and transformed, and you were left in that voidless darkness for however long it had been. That changed you.

The information was too much for you. You felt your consciouness waver, and before you realized, you had collapsed against the man.

…

Once you came to, you weren’t in the alleyway anymore, you were in a bed, and clothed. Opening your eyes slowly, you could faintly hear voices from outside of the room.

“You’ve completely fucking lost it, haven’t you? Bringing in a random homeless person here and claiming that’s Yamato?”

“I wouldn’t have brought a random person if I wasn’t sure, Dante. I’m not insane. I can’t explain it, but that really is my sword. It’s… just… different.”

“Are you sure you don’t need a vision test, brother? Because I sure do not see a sword anywhere in that room.”

“I don’t know how to explain what happened, but the connection is there. I can feel it. I don’t know how or why, but when we met, it… they… recognized me. This can’t be a coincidence.”

“Oh, so let me get this straight, after relentlessly looking for Yamato for the past two decades, you suddenly ‘feel a spark’ that leads you to a dirty alleyway where you find a naked person who mutters your name, and suddenly that just explains that you found what you were looking for? Holy shit, you really did lose it.”

“You wouldn’t understand the type of connection I have to Yamato in the first place, Dante. It lead me to Nero when he took it, and it led me to it again. I just have to understand why it looks like… that.”

“You know what? Do whatever you want, Vergil but don’t get me involved in this. If the police comes knocking by about kidnapping or something, I’m not here.”

You could barely understand what they were saying… but you had a feeling they were talking about you. You sat up, looking at the loose shirt you were given… it had his scent. Your memories were fuzzy and your brain hurt, but you were relaxed… he had found you and that was all that mattered.

After a couple of minutes, Vergil had entered the room you were in, looking thoughtful and rather preocuppied. You watched as he approached you and sat at the edge of the bed next to you. For a few moments, it was silent between the two of you… until he started speaking, finally.

“…Tell me everything you remember.”

You took a moment, something within you made sure you knew that depending on the answer you gave, it’d dictate what would happen next.

“…I was… alone, for a very long time.” You began.

You told him all you remembered… the portal, the darkness, the rift. You couldn’t tell exactly that two decades had passed, but you could definitely tell you had been alone for a while. You told him moments you two had in battle, how you tried to talk to him, to give him strength, to give him more power, but that no matter what, it seemed there was a wall between you that couldn’t be broken, because at the end of the day, you were merely a tool.

You told him how you felt all those times, how you felt when you were apart, but that’s when he raised a hand to interrupt you.

“Stop.” Vergil spoke, clearly convoluted with his thoughts and feelings. “How… do you know about all that? It… doesn’t make sense.”

“…I… have always been by your side.”

“…But you’re not Yamato. I don’t even understand what you are exactly.” He spoke, staring at you.

“…I don’t have a satisfactory answer for you to explain my nature, Vergil.” You spoke rather calmly despite the situation. “…As your tool or not, I had always been capable of feeling. It’s what connected us to begin with. The thirst for power, of growing stronger… it’s what filled us.”

“Stop it.” Vergil stood, troubled. “Don’t talk as if we’re intimate, it isn’t possible we are connected in any way. What do you know about the sword? Where is Yamato?”

“…You feel it, too… don’t you?” You asked, lightly touching your own chest. “…The spark. It’s what reactivated my memories, as well.”

Silence fell in the room again. Vergil simply shut his mouth and turned away, walking out of the room and shutting the door. You stared, leaning back against the pillows and sighing, staring at the ceiling. Truth be told, if you knew of a way to go back to being his weapon, you would do it. But you didn’t understand what was happening to you either. You didn’t know why things were the way they were, but you knew the rift changed you.

You were satisfied with just being by Vergil’s side again, but clearly, that wasn’t something Vergil was happy about. You couldn’t blame him though, he wanted a sword and what he got was a person. You were of no use to him the way you were.

Was… he going to throw you away?

That thought alone made you spring up, leaving the bed and wobbling to the door, opening it. Vergil was no longer there, and you felt a rush of what could only be processed as anxiety as you wobbled through the corridors to try and find him.

You told him everything you remembered, you knew  he felt that connection as well, so he couldn’t simply throw you away, right? He couldn’t. He couldn’t. You were his, and he was yours and he just couldn’t do that to you.

“I’m afraid you were right, brother.” You heard him speak downstairs, making your eyes widen. “I think… my obssession with finding Yamato had made me sick.”

You’re filled with rage. How dare he? How dare he discard you as if you were nothing?

In a fit, you jump, and without a second’s notice, your hand is through Vergil’s stomach in a mighty stab. The man gasps.

“W-What….the….-”

“Vergil!” Dante exclaims, before something takes place: Vergil’s Devil Trigger is activated.

It shouldn’t have been possible.

Just as it shouldn’t be possible for his sword to look, act or even present itself as a human.

But there you were… a physical manifestation of Vergil’s sword. You were there, and you were real.

…

4 months have passed since then.

Nero and Dante don’t get involved with you and they had expressed a lot of disapproval once Vergil had decisively shared he’d keep you around a few months ago.

Naturally, Dante didn’t want Vergil to permanently crash in the agency’s building, especially carrying whatever you were with him, so the two of you had to go somewhere else.

A run-down apartment building in a shady part of town was all he could afford, which was not very fitting for someone of Vergil’s standards. However at this point in time, there wasn’t much to be done about it.

“…We should try it again.” Vergil spoke, seeing you on the floor, breathing heavily. “We’re close, I can feel it.”

“…I don’t know how to do it, I don’t know if I can go back to being Yamato again, Vergil.” You shakily responded, looking up at him from where you were.

“You already know you have its powers within you, I wouldn’t have kept you otherwise, you know you can do this” He exclaimed, but backed away once he looked at your face, noticing your expression.

There were small tears in your eyes, you bowed your head. He would’ve left you if you hadn’t triggered his devil form back then? It explained the relentless attempts at trying to make you unlock your potential in these past few months. You thought this was for another purpose… because he did believe you were part of him, that he was simply trying to restore the connection you two had. You understood now.

“…Why can’t you just accept me for the way things are right now?” You shakily asked. “…Back then, I was more than just your sword, I was more than just a tool, we were one.” You gripped the floorboards with your nails. “…Why can’t you see we’re connected regardless of what I am?! What do I have to do to prove it to you?!”

“…If you were truly Yamato, you would know better than to be dependant on such fickle emotional bonds. What we have is tied to our ability to grow stronger. Nothing more.”

“You’re lying!” You shouted, standing and forcefully gripping him by the collar. “…I asked you if you felt that spark I felt when we met and you refused to answer me. Each and every time I ask about our connection, about how it feels for you, you refuse to give in, refuse to let me know what you’re thinking and what’s going on in your head. I know  you feel it, and that you’ve felt it all along, so don’t make me feel ridiculous about it when I know you’re not a cold slab of stone like you’re trying so hard to seem to me and everyone around you.”

“You didn’t keep me just so you could figure out if I could go back to being a sword or not. I know you, Vergil… you just don’t want to be alone.” You whispered, before letting him go.

“…” Vergil was silent for a moment. “…You’re weak.”

“…I’m a direct reflection of your inner turmoils, Vergil. If I’m weak, then what are you?”

You could see Vergil’s lips trembling, as if he was trying to think of something to say. But no words came out, only tears. It was the first time you’ve seen Vergil cry.

You lightly approached him again, and wrapped your arms around him. He fell to his knees, and surprinsingly, hugged you back.

“…You’ve never been alone, Vergil. I had always been with you”  You whispered, making sure to hold him close.

“…I can’t endorse in these emotions. They make me weak.” Vergil stammered, struggling to contain his tears.

“…It’s just the two of us… You don’t have to be anything for anyone, much less to me. You can just be… you.” You looked back. “…Allow me to just be me, Vergil… allow things to be different.”

You sat there a while.

It would probably take a long time for Vergil to accept the new reality of things. To accept he wasn’t alone, and more importantly, that he was loved by someone.

But it didn’t matter.

You’d stay with him until he understood. You had stayed with him for a long time… and you would stay with him until the ends of time.

In this form, you could be everything Vergil needed. A friend. A partner. Someone he could have an unbreakable bond for all eternity.

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my König headcannon (cowboy au)

#cod #call of duty #cowboy au #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #könig headcanons #konig fanart #cod fanart #in my mind he has black hair or really dark brown hair and green/blue eyes #almost like grey #I like some versions that people draw him like #so I thought I'd contribute with my own version of König

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my call of duty oc, Sage (cowboy au)

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hello lovelies, I'm turning this blog into a multifandom fanfic blog because I've been itching to write about other things other than dmc (I will still wrote about devil may cry don't worry, I have some asks left to respond)

but right now I might write/draw some stuff that is cod related too, so bear with me okay 😭

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fanfic masterpost links

> Dante (DMC5) x gn! reader:

The Devil in my Eyes (part 1)

The Devil in my Eyes (part 2)

The Devil in my Eyes (part 3)

> Vergil (DMC5) x Yamato! reader (humanized):

Eternally Soul Bonded (part 1)

Eternally Soul Bonded (part 2)

> Headcannons:

Body Pillow (1k)

Headcannons part 1

Headcannons part 2

Headcannons part 3

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hope everyone's having wonderful lust-filled thoughts over fictional men today

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I've been falling into cod lately and I've realized the pattern that I only like men who are in their 40s and I need help

Dante, Price... what have you done to the last logical braincell I have....

gritting my teeth to stop myself from writing cod fanfiction along with dmc fanfiction or else this blog is going to turn into my obsession with old men and I don't know if I want that for my digital footprint 😭

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I'm almost at 30 followers omg!!! as usual for anyone seeing this, my inbox is always open for fic requests, headcannon requests or overall QnA :3!!! thank you for the support!

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i loved the yamato! reader fic! please continue it! also here is a real question! how do you think the yamato would look as a human?

Eternally Soul Bonded (part 2)

Vergil (DMC5) x Yamato! reader

warnings: reader is a humanoid version of Yamato, reader is also a bit obssessed with Vergil (mild yandere behaviour that seems to be growing), a bit of angst, fluff, mild smut, strangling, things get a bit heavy

summary: after a whole year of you two being together, there seems to be a huge wall separating you two… and you intend to break it by force, no matter what.

word count: 2k

a.n: hi again! thank you so much for the feedback :D! Here's part 2 of the fic!! I posted a small doodle I made about my own interpretation of a personification of Yamato on my blog! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, I'll probably make a part 3 of this since I'm having fun, and things are getting steamy~ thank you again for your support and my ask box is always open! o/

After what happened between you and Vergil, it seemed the two of you had gotten closer.

It was still unexplainable however, how you had come to exist in the world… as a personification of Yamato, and more. Ever since you had woken up in that body, you felt as if you were no longer simply “Vergil’s sword”, but also a person of your own.

It had been an entire year by now… that you two had been together in this old raggedy apartment. In the beginning, Vergil was training you hard to unlock every potential within you as his sword, ever since you unlocked his Devil Trigger. But, things were different… it felt as if your potential was permanently locked within that body you woke up as.

Training wasn’t the concern now. It wasn’t about whether you still had the potential of Yamato within you or not. It wasn’t about whether Vergil believed you were in fact the sword he’d been looking for the past 20 years. No, the problem was completely different. It was about your connection as one.

It was if… Vergil didn’t know anything about the emotions he was able to feel, because all this time, he had buried those deep inside for the sake of his hunt for power.

After the episode where he broke down crying from the first time, you were expecting, maybe even hoping that you two would grow closer again, that it meant something, and that it’d make a difference.

But it took a completely opposite effect.

Vergil… refused to talk about emotions or his feelings with you after that day. And that’s how the remaining of the year went by.

Obviously you wouldn’t let that be your reality. After all, you had just gotten him back.

…

Vergil was in his room reading when you approached the entrance. It seemed now that things had settled, he was trying to partake in more hobbies other than fighting. He had always enjoyed reading, and there was even a time where he wrote poems, although you weren’t sure if he did that anymore.

He seemed to completely ignore your presence, up until you sat down on the edge of the bed with him. Only then he looked at you.

“What do you want?” He asked in that nasally annoyed tone he always had.

“What are you reading?” You asked, ignoring his cold tone. You were used to it anyway.

“Human fiction is pretty fascinating to me, I’m reading some stories about Norse Myths”

“Do you think those kinds of things are real?”

“What things?”

Great, you two were having an actual conversation. This is how things were supposed to go to begin with.

“Gods, and all sorts of things. We’ve only had to deal with demons and demon Lords… and wannabe angels…” You spoke, leaning against his arm to take a better look at the book he read. “…But do you really think… there is such a thing, as multiple gods… that live up there in the sky?”

Vergil was silent for a moment… you could tell he was tense and uncomfortable, probably because you were so close to him.

“I don’t care about gods in the sky. These are merely myths created by the feeble and limited human mind because their existence is so insignificant in comparison to their surroundings, they feel the need to believe in something greater to be responsible for them.” He spoke even more coldly, closing the book he held. “…Now, what do you want…?”

“…I just wanted to see what you were doing.” You whispered, looking back at him. “…I think… you’re right about that. About gods… and humans.”

“…” Vergil sighed, almost in defeat, opening the book again and continuing his reading. “Do you want me to tell you more?”

Your eyes sparkled with the idea, looking up at him as if he had just offered you salvation.

“Yes…please…”

You ended up falling asleep for a brief moment after a while of Vergil reading to you. But, you could still hear his voice vaguely in the distance.

“…You present yourself as a human, you act and feel like a human, you even have needs like a human…” his raspy and quiet voice echoed in the walls of your mind. “…at first… I thought it was just an elaborated gimmick… to protect yourself against me using your full capabilities…”

“…You… are just like V… so maybe that means… the real  Yamato is somewhere out there for me to find… and all I have to do is to merge you two together.”

Oh.

Of course.

He still… wanted just his sword.

You were foolish to think… after a whole year, your relationship was anything more than that.

“…What did you say, Vergil?” You shot your eyes open. They were dark and unforgiving, the light behind them was gone, just in that time where you punctured his heart. There was a coldness and lack of humanity behind your voice, as your bloodlust filled eyes stared right at the man who was tucking you in on the bed.

Vergil seemed surprised as you stared at him, his hands still holding onto the blanket he was using to tuck you in. He froze in place.

“…I’m just… an incomplete half, you say?” You continued, unblinking. “…That, you’re holding onto me just to find the ‘other half’, you say?”

You didn’t move from your spot.

“…So I can go back… to being just your sword… who can’t speak, or feel, right?”

Vergil didn’t move either.

“…I’m not like V.” The room had then filled with an unspeakable amount of despair. “…Do I have to keep proving myself, time and time again for you to understand?”

You sat up finally, holding onto Vergil’s hands and squeezing his wrists tightly so he wouldn’t leave your grasp.

“…Are you that miserable and pathetic without a sword to wield? Do you really only see me as a tool to use and regain power? I have bad news for you Vergil… son of Sparda…” You said as you pulled him closer.

“…You have no control… over the things that happen in your life.” You stared right at his icy blue eyes, eyes that at this moment were still widened in shock. “…You had no control over being trapped in Hell, or becoming some other devil’s puppet knight, or even when Nero was born and absorbed me into him.  You were never behind anything, and when you were, you had to split yourself into two to even be able to achieve something.”

“…You’re nothing without the circumstances that present themselves to you. And at the end of the day, even if you do win… Dante never loses, does he? Isn’t that what pisses you off the most?”

“…Stop talking.” Vergil spoke through gritted teeth. “You think talking about my weaknesses will make me cry again like last time? Please. You really are a one-trick pony, aren’t you?”

“I’m not done talking.” You squeezed his wrists again.

“…I know every bit of emotion you feel inside your heart. The anger and jealousy, the envy, the frustration, the pain, the grief, everything. You’re sick and tired of Dante getting his way for everything, that you’re always in the shadows, that he’s always winning and you’re always losing.” You spoke through gritted teeth. “Wondering time and time again if your positions were switched… if you could’ve had a different outcome.”

Vergil’s eyes widened at your words again, you knew he could come out of your grasp at any time, but he chose not to.

“…And you think… that if you have your sword, you’ll try… countless…. and countless of times… to achieve that different outcome.”

“…Why are you… even alive right now, Vergil?”

Vergil let himself go from your grasp. He placed his hands beside you on the bed, and bowed his head for a moment.

“…I see.”

“…You’re saying… I don’t need a sword by my side to get a different outcome?” He smiled a little, before finally looking at you with a gaze you’ve never seen on his face before. “Then… I don’t need you, is that right?”

Before you knew it, his hands were on your throat.

And he started strangling you.

But you weren’t scared. You knew he needed this to overcome his weaknesses.

So you smiled.

“…I really… do love you, Vergil” You spoke with a smile as he strangled you, your eyes filling with small tears as he did, but you couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t stop smiling.

It was like it had awakened something in him. Not a new power, or ability, or even a new form.

But a new feeling.

Those hands that strangled you, had let go of your neck, to hold onto something else.

And the man who was just now strangling you like he wanted to kill you, was now… using his lips to kiss you.

It was weird, because you had never kissed anyone before, but it felt almost natural to do this, so you kissed him back.

You would never know what clicked inside Vergil’s head for him to do this, you would never know that he was practically seeing a reflection of himself in you. A sword that reminded its master of his weaknesses that needed to be purified. A reminder of why he’s alive. Why he needs to be more powerful.

And oddly enough, that really… aroused him beyond comprehension. It was what motivated him to keep going.

His kisses were rough and sloppy, but it wasn’t much of a problem since you were too. He held your cheeks just as strongly as he did your neck seconds ago, and you were locked in place.

He seemed absolutely desperate. Either it was for affection, or for human touch, or if it was because he wanted to feel powerful again. Maybe all of the above.

But you on the other hand… the amount of pleasure you were getting from his desperation was more than anything you could possibly dream on.

He was yours.

And you were his.

And he was yours, forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever… until the ends of time, and there was nothing he could do to get rid of you anymore.

“…Take off your clothes, Vergil…”

“Show me… how much you crave power.”

After a year of coldness and barely anything between you, you had finally done it. You had finally broken him.

You had him, right where you wanted him to.

And with the two of you as one, finally there was absolutely nothing that would get in your way again. Because, after all…

You were the strongest.

“Take it off, Vergil… Let’s… become one.” You smirked, offering your arms for him.

He stared down at you for a moment longer, as if he had been presented with a choice he couldn’t back away from.

And so he made his choice.

He took off his shirt, exposing his toned form, and slowly began to unbuckle his pants.

There was no turning back now… he was finally becoming one with the one person that would always be the only one for him eternally so.

He leaned down, kissing you again, this time rougher, and even more desperate. He moved his hands to your legs, lifting them up and making sure they were wrapped around his form, locking you in.

You wrapped your arms around him, and you could feel the warmth his crazed desperation was emanating… and despite never having done this before you incorporated in this body, it all felt natural to you, like before.

This would be a very… long night.

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my interpretation of Yamato's personification~

in my mind they can shape-shift and change forms however they like, and they're genderless and sexless (no reproductive organs)

they have the same abilities as Yamato would usually have, but they can only be unlocked to its max potential if Vergil yields them

they *can* shift back to sword form, but only if they and Vergil are aligned as one

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vergil x reader any gender wholesome cuz i don't think that man really knows what sex is even if nero is a thing

Eternally Soul Bonded

Vergil (DMC5) x Yamato! reader

warnings: reader is a humanoid version of Yamato, reader is also a bit obssessed with Vergil (mild yandere behaviour?), cussing, a bit of angst, fluff

summary: after opening a portal two decades ago, Vergil has lost his most prized possession, his sword. What he doesn’t know is that it had been reformed as a humanoid somewhere around the world, and that it was ready to be with him again.

word count: 2.5k

a.n: I don’t know if you wanted wholesome sex or just wholesome, but this is what I cooked up. Sorry if it’s a little disappointing? I’ve had this idea brewing for a bit and there’s definitely room for expanded lore, so if you liked this, you can send me another ask so I can work more on this!

It was really cold for a while… and dark. You were used to darkness, but this was a different kind. It was lonely out here. When you came to, you weren’t yourself, and you weren’t with who you were supposed to be. You were alone.

You stood and wobbled, not used to this form… You leaned yourself against the damp walls of the alleyway you found yourself in, and noticed a puddle of water beneath your feet in which you could see your reflection. You looked… human? How was that possible?

Your mouth trembled as if you were trying to speak, but no voice came out. Your head hurt, and you could only vaguely remember two things: You were Yamato, and you belonged to Vergil, son of Sparda. Nothing else.

…

“It’s been 20 years, Vergil, knock it off, me and Nero already said we were sorry about what happened to the sword anyway, can’t you let it go?” Dante asked with an exasperated sigh, trying to move around the papers and documents Vergil had gathered over the years in his futile attemps at locating his sword.

“Let it go ? You’re pretty foolish if you think I’ll simply give up on the Yamato, Dante, it belongs to me  and me alone.” Vergil snapped back “And it’s solely your  fault that I don’t have it with me for the past two decades, so if you could please at least pretend you’re helping for two seconds.”

“I’m not good at pretending, brother” Dante snickered, leaning back against his chair “Besides, your sword has a connection to you, right? Just like mine? If it didn’t find you now, maybe it doesn’t want you anymore or somethin-”

Before Dante could finish his sentence, he was lifted off his chair by the collar, making the chair fall on the ground. Vergil gripped him tight and firmly, an unforgiving gaze painting his complexion.

“Don’t you dare utter another word out of that filthy mouth of yours” Vergil sneered between gritted teeth.

Dante simply smiled, before Vergil let go of him and walked away, leaving the agency and shutting the doors angrily as he left.

“Where is that ray of sunshine going to now?” Nero asked from the couch as he fiddled with his mechanical arm.

“Probably going to look for his sword in the sewers again or something, he’s completely lost it”

…

Vergil wasn’t a man to give up on the things he wanted, especially things that were his by right, like his sword. It didn’t matter to him if it had been two days or two decades, he was determined to recover Yamato, no matter what.

After another week of searching in the surrounding areas, going as far as to go through the entire city and the cities next to it, when he was about to turn back, he felt something.

A spark, almost.

And he knew. It was Yamato.

Frantic, almost desperate, he began to blindly follow that spark… bumping into people, getting his boots dirty, it didn’t matter. He had never felt this close to it before.

It was a rare sight to see Vergil this disheveled and unhinged, but there he was, as he stood by an alleyway, hair having come undone, clothes dirty and unkempt. And so he saw it…but his expression showed disappointment.

“…What is the meaning of this?”

What stared back at him wasn’t his sword, but a person. Unclothed, and human. You.

Despite his expression, you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you, as well as relief. You wobbled towards him, stopping just before him to face him.

“….V….ergil?” Came out from your lips like a shaky whisper, and, as if you had spoken for the first time in your life, you touched your lips in surprise from the voice that came out of you.

Vergil on the other hand however, didn’t know what to make of this situation at all. He stared, his eyes searching for anything that could be missing… but he couldn’t ignore the sensation he felt. This… was somehow… what he had been looking for for the past 20 years.

“…This can’t be… Yamato?” Vergil finally asked in disbelief, visibly struggling to make sense of it all.

Hearing that name made your eyes widen. It felt familiar but also strangenly distant. Was that who you were? Something in you told you yes, but at the same time… it was if you weren’t just  that anymore.

In a flash, memories came forward… The moment Vergil used Yamato to open the portal 20 years ago, and what happened afterwards. How your body broke and transformed, and you were left in that voidless darkness for however long it had been. That changed you.

The information was too much for you. You felt your consciouness waver, and before you realized, you had collapsed against the man.

…

Once you came to, you weren’t in the alleyway anymore, you were in a bed, and clothed. Opening your eyes slowly, you could faintly hear voices from outside of the room.

“You’ve completely fucking lost it, haven’t you? Bringing in a random homeless person here and claiming that’s Yamato?”

“I wouldn’t have brought a random person if I wasn’t sure, Dante. I’m not insane. I can’t explain it, but that really is my sword. It’s… just… different.”

“Are you sure you don’t need a vision test, brother? Because I sure do not see a sword anywhere in that room.”

“I don’t know how to explain what happened, but the connection is there. I can feel it. I don’t know how or why, but when we met, it… they… recognized me. This can’t be a coincidence.”

“Oh, so let me get this straight, after relentlessly looking for Yamato for the past two decades, you suddenly ‘feel a spark’ that leads you to a dirty alleyway where you find a naked person who mutters your name, and suddenly that just explains that you found what you were looking for? Holy shit, you really did lose it.”

“You wouldn’t understand the type of connection I have to Yamato in the first place, Dante. It lead me to Nero when he took it, and it led me to it again. I just have to understand why it looks like… that.”

“You know what? Do whatever you want, Vergil but don’t get me involved in this. If the police comes knocking by about kidnapping or something, I’m not here.”

You could barely understand what they were saying… but you had a feeling they were talking about you. You sat up, looking at the loose shirt you were given… it had his scent. Your memories were fuzzy and your brain hurt, but you were relaxed… he had found you and that was all that mattered.

After a couple of minutes, Vergil had entered the room you were in, looking thoughtful and rather preocuppied. You watched as he approached you and sat at the edge of the bed next to you. For a few moments, it was silent between the two of you… until he started speaking, finally.

“…Tell me everything you remember.”

You took a moment, something within you made sure you knew that depending on the answer you gave, it’d dictate what would happen next.

“…I was… alone, for a very long time.” You began.

You told him all you remembered… the portal, the darkness, the rift. You couldn’t tell exactly that two decades had passed, but you could definitely tell you had been alone for a while. You told him moments you two had in battle, how you tried to talk to him, to give him strength, to give him more power, but that no matter what, it seemed there was a wall between you that couldn’t be broken, because at the end of the day, you were merely a tool.

You told him how you felt all those times, how you felt when you were apart, but that’s when he raised a hand to interrupt you.

“Stop.” Vergil spoke, clearly convoluted with his thoughts and feelings. “How… do you know about all that? It… doesn’t make sense.”

“…I… have always been by your side.”

“…But you’re not Yamato. I don’t even understand what you are exactly.” He spoke, staring at you.

“…I don’t have a satisfactory answer for you to explain my nature, Vergil.” You spoke rather calmly despite the situation. “…As your tool or not, I had always been capable of feeling. It’s what connected us to begin with. The thirst for power, of growing stronger… it’s what filled us.”

“Stop it.” Vergil stood, troubled. “Don’t talk as if we’re intimate, it isn’t possible we are connected in any way. What do you know about the sword? Where is Yamato?”

“…You feel it, too… don’t you?” You asked, lightly touching your own chest. “…The spark. It’s what reactivated my memories, as well.”

Silence fell in the room again. Vergil simply shut his mouth and turned away, walking out of the room and shutting the door. You stared, leaning back against the pillows and sighing, staring at the ceiling. Truth be told, if you knew of a way to go back to being his weapon, you would do it. But you didn’t understand what was happening to you either. You didn’t know why things were the way they were, but you knew the rift changed you.

You were satisfied with just being by Vergil’s side again, but clearly, that wasn’t something Vergil was happy about. You couldn’t blame him though, he wanted a sword and what he got was a person. You were of no use to him the way you were.

Was… he going to throw you away?

That thought alone made you spring up, leaving the bed and wobbling to the door, opening it. Vergil was no longer there, and you felt a rush of what could only be processed as anxiety as you wobbled through the corridors to try and find him.

You told him everything you remembered, you knew  he felt that connection as well, so he couldn’t simply throw you away, right? He couldn’t. He couldn’t. You were his, and he was yours and he just couldn’t do that to you.

“I’m afraid you were right, brother.” You heard him speak downstairs, making your eyes widen. “I think… my obssession with finding Yamato had made me sick.”

You’re filled with rage. How dare he? How dare he discard you as if you were nothing?

In a fit, you jump, and without a second’s notice, your hand is through Vergil’s stomach in a mighty stab. The man gasps.

“W-What….the….-”

“Vergil!” Dante exclaims, before something takes place: Vergil’s Devil Trigger is activated.

It shouldn’t have been possible.

Just as it shouldn’t be possible for his sword to look, act or even present itself as a human.

But there you were… a physical manifestation of Vergil’s sword. You were there, and you were real.

…

4 months have passed since then.

Nero and Dante don’t get involved with you and they had expressed a lot of disapproval once Vergil had decisively shared he’d keep you around a few months ago.

Naturally, Dante didn’t want Vergil to permanently crash in the agency’s building, especially carrying whatever you were with him, so the two of you had to go somewhere else.

A run-down apartment building in a shady part of town was all he could afford, which was not very fitting for someone of Vergil’s standards. However at this point in time, there wasn’t much to be done about it.

“…We should try it again.” Vergil spoke, seeing you on the floor, breathing heavily. “We’re close, I can feel it.”

“…I don’t know how to do it, I don’t know if I can go back to being Yamato again, Vergil.” You shakily responded, looking up at him from where you were.

“You already know you have its powers within you, I wouldn’t have kept you otherwise, you know you can do this” He exclaimed, but backed away once he looked at your face, noticing your expression.

There were small tears in your eyes, you bowed your head. He would’ve left you if you hadn’t triggered his devil form back then? It explained the relentless attempts at trying to make you unlock your potential in these past few months. You thought this was for another purpose… because he did believe you were part of him, that he was simply trying to restore the connection you two had. You understood now.

“…Why can’t you just accept me for the way things are right now?” You shakily asked. “…Back then, I was more than just your sword, I was more than just a tool, we were one.” You gripped the floorboards with your nails. “…Why can’t you see we’re connected regardless of what I am?! What do I have to do to prove it to you?!”

“…If you were truly Yamato, you would know better than to be dependant on such fickle emotional bonds. What we have is tied to our ability to grow stronger. Nothing more.”

“You’re lying!” You shouted, standing and forcefully gripping him by the collar. “…I asked you if you felt that spark I felt when we met and you refused to answer me. Each and every time I ask about our connection, about how it feels for you, you refuse to give in, refuse to let me know what you’re thinking and what’s going on in your head. I know  you feel it, and that you’ve felt it all along, so don’t make me feel ridiculous about it when I know you’re not a cold slab of stone like you’re trying so hard to seem to me and everyone around you.”

“You didn’t keep me just so you could figure out if I could go back to being a sword or not. I know you, Vergil… you just don’t want to be alone.” You whispered, before letting him go.

“…” Vergil was silent for a moment. “…You’re weak.”

“…I’m a direct reflection of your inner turmoils, Vergil. If I’m weak, then what are you?”

You could see Vergil’s lips trembling, as if he was trying to think of something to say. But no words came out, only tears. It was the first time you’ve seen Vergil cry.

You lightly approached him again, and wrapped your arms around him. He fell to his knees, and surprinsingly, hugged you back.

“…You’ve never been alone, Vergil. I had always been with you”  You whispered, making sure to hold him close.

“…I can’t endorse in these emotions. They make me weak.” Vergil stammered, struggling to contain his tears.

“…It’s just the two of us… You don’t have to be anything for anyone, much less to me. You can just be… you.” You looked back. “…Allow me to just be me, Vergil… allow things to be different.”

You sat there a while.

It would probably take a long time for Vergil to accept the new reality of things. To accept he wasn’t alone, and more importantly, that he was loved by someone.

But it didn’t matter.

You’d stay with him until he understood. You had stayed with him for a long time… and you would stay with him until the ends of time.

In this form, you could be everything Vergil needed. A friend. A partner. Someone he could have an unbreakable bond for all eternity.

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Can I request headcanons please 🥺 What if Dante and his loved one made it to old age? What would the scenario be like between Dante, and his s/o who is now enjoying their retirement? I imagine they didn't have children, just two old people together, through all the good and bad times.

Speaking of retirement, I think Dante still could do his demons hunting job even when his love is a grandma/grandpa if he wanted lol. Half-demon hax you know.

I love this!! So, in one of my stories I had with Dante, this was definitely something I thought about while writing it, so I’m more than happy to show you some of my headcannons:

Dante in his 60s:

Granted Dante would more than likely not look physically older (taking into reference how he looks in DMC5), I feel there’d be noticeable physical limitations as he gets older. Thinking of a timeline that’d take place let’s say 20 years after DMC5 (wiki says he’s in his mid 40s, so let’s imagine him in his mid 60s), I feel his body wouldn’t be as resilient as it was back then, and that despite maintaining his powers and whatnot, he’d still have some human limitations due to old age.

I don’t know if he would keep up being a devil hunter by this time, especially since I think that’d very much depend if Vergil would still be in the picture. In my mind, I feel Dante would grow tired of hunting devils or the job would simply not be fun or worth the hassle anymore at this point.

Of course, if he does maintain the job, I can definitely see him being less active, or taking smaller jobs that aren’t even that related to the supernatural, just to stay in business.

The Dynamic:

Depending how old his S/O would be in this, I can see Dante and them going on little dates after jobs, or if Dante gives up the devil hunting career, I can see the two of them still being active in their own way, by travelling to places without worrying about demons lurking, or having stay-at-home dates like movie nights, homemade dinner dates, or ordering take out together and enjoying a nice relaxing bath together.

Also, considering his S/O’s durability if they’re human, I can see Dante taking hold of household chores and activities because he can see that his partner is growing more frail and weaker than he could possibly become at this age, and he wouldn’t want his partner to strain themselves in things he could potentially do with a lot more ease. But I can also see him being sneaky about it, making up various excuses as to why he needs to do that instead of them, just so his partner doesn’t feel bad about growing old or losing the capacity to do a few things they could do before. Things like “Well it was your birthday a week ago, why not make it your birthday month so I can do all the chores for our birthday star?” or “You made me lunch the other day, so let me make it up to you” and stuff like that.

Final Thoughts:

Overall I think it could be a really peaceful time, and even if Dante does maintain his role as a devil hunter, I can see him learning how to take care of both things without neglecting one or the other, and always prioritizing his partner at the end of the day, and keeping the romance alive by buying little gifts and trinkets and with attitudes that always make his partner know they’re loved and cared for.

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The Devil in my Eyes (part 2/?)

Dante (DMC5) x reader

warnings: young! reader (late 20s), slow burn, virgin! reader, human! reader, gender neutral! reader (no pronouns are used), fluff (reassurance, kissing), a bit of cussing, possible nsfw in the next chapter if I'm courageous enough to write it

summary: Dante insists in training you, but your training session goes in another direction, leading to a massive outburst from you... making the devil hunter comfort you in more ways than one.

word count: 2k

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You didn't touch the pizza Dante left for you that night.

You went to the room you were using upstairs to shower and try to process just what the hell was that interaction you two just had previously. When you got to the room, you could hear the TV in Dante's room that was right across from yours. You swallowed, quietly entering your own room and closing the door.

You didn't know if Dante just offered sex, if he was just teasing, or if you were too dumb to understand a joke he just made. Either way, you went to the bag you brought with you a few days ago so you didn't have to wear the same dirty crusty clothes from that night anymore and took some fresh clothes out of it... after getting a towel and some other things, you went out of the room to go to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

Once there, you placed everything down and closed the door, undressing and stepping inside the shower once the water was hot enough. Your mind couldn't get away from Dante saying 'his door is always open' if you ever wanted to....fuck....him? Just the thought was ridiculous and made you physically cringe.

But what did that mean? Did that mean Dante thought you were attractive? Or maybe he was just pitying you since you shared the pathetic reason your previous relationship didn't work. Probably the latter...

Honestly, a man like him wouldn't be attracted to someone like you, right? You were young sure, but you did wonder just what kind of people were his type.

You shake your head again to eliminate these thoughts from your head. It didn't matter! It didn't matter! You repeated that mantra in your head as if it was going to be effective enough for you to *not* fixate on the weird man that you've met a few days ago. There was just something about him that was enthralling, hypnotizing even..You didn't know if it was about his appearance, or the way he held himself, his attitude, his job, or the other strange supernatural things about him. You just knew that maybe.... maybe you were attracted to him.

"This isn't happening" You mutter to yourself after reaching this unfortunate conclusion.

After the shower, you dry yourself and put on the pajamas you got earlier, sighing and stepping out of the bathroom to go back to your room, and once you did, you noticed the TV noise had ceased. Maybe Dante had gone to sleep as well...

You walked to your room and noticed Dante's door was slightly ajar. You subconsciously took a peek, only to see a fully naked Dante laying on the bed, seemingly asleep. What the hell?!

You quickly step back and stop looking, feeling your face go red in embarrassment. Was he doing that because he seriously thought you'd go knocking on his door begging for sex?! You felt an automatic feeling of anger wash over you, enough to make you consider going in there and yelling at him for it, but you contained yourself. Maybe he just slept naked! But then why leave his door open?! Millions of thoughts run through your head and none of them make you feel any better about this.

You quickly went back to your room and closed the door, slapping your cheeks and sitting on the bed. You looked at the floor, feeling your heart thumping against your ears. Dante was just....naked, huh... out in full display, right there. Your thoughts were all jumbled and you couldn't think straight.

Your pathetic attempt at laying down and trying to sleep fails when all you can think about is Dante's nude body on his bed. You feel dirty and a bit ashamed of having your head filled with that image, but maybe Dante was doing that on purpose. You feel hot and bothered, but you try your best to restrain your desires and to at least rest before the morning came.

--

You did not talk about what you saw the next day. You both used the bathroom, gave your good mornings to one another, got dressed and went downstairs together. Dante seemed normal, and you were trying your hardest to be normal as well but it was clear you were as stiff as a board when you two went down.

"So, you'll be using one of my guns today. Catch" Dante spoke, taking one of his twin guns out of his holster and giving it to you. You almost miss it actually, but despite your fumbling you manage to catch it. "Careful. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm.... I'm fine." You answer, not exactly transpiring confidence with your words. Dante seems to take notice of it.

"You sure? You look a bit out of it" He commented, looking at you up and down.

You instinctively curl your shoulders up a little when you notice his gaze on you, avoiding to meet his eyes like you were avoiding the plague.

"Yeah just had a bad time sleeping" You sheepishly admit.

"We can always train later if you'd rather rest, I'm not exactly the best example of a dutiful person" Dante snickered.

"No, no, let's do it. I'm fine." You insist.

"Alright, if you say so. Just don't shoot your own foot off" He joked, before motioning for you to follow him outside, to the back of the agency.

--

It's no surprise the training was an absolute failure. You couldn't hit any of the targets Dante put for you, and if you did, it was after several attempts. He kept encouraging you throughout all of it but it just made you feel silly, like a parent who said their child's horrible drawing was amazing just to not hurt their feelings.

After a couple of hours of 'training' you finally give up, placing the gun away and resting against the wall, sighing heavily.

"This is useless..." You grumble.

"Hey, don't say that, you never held a gun before, and mine are specially crafted, it's different than shooting a regular pistol, it's normal to struggle with it" Dante encourages, but you're just so overwhelmed with everything you snap.

"Can you fucking stop that?!" You exclaim. "I don't need you to treat me like a kid! I don't *need* you to reassure me that it's okay to suck at absolutely everything, and I especially don't need you to reassure me it's okay to be a fucking virgin loser who has no friends and no partners, alright?! I know I suck, I know I'm pathetic, I *know* the only interesting thing about me is that I can see demons but even THAT is fucking pathetic!"

You breathe shakily, Dante seems stunned at your emotional outburst. You continue.

"I'm just a regular person, average or below average at everything I attempt, and you're this amazing legendary guy. I don't need your weirdly coded pity for me, we're completely different and you're expecting more from me and guess what? I don't have more to offer! I don't have any weird secret ability that will unlock the more you try! There's nothing else to me, and I'd love it if you just gave up already!" You shout.

There's silence afterwards. The only sound to be heard really is your erratic breathing. Dante stares at you with a mix of surprise and amusement, and for some reason that expression on his face just makes you angrier but you have no more strength to continue... your eyes were filled with tears.

"...I think we just did unlock it..." Dante mutters, making you furrow your brows.

"What do you-" You start, before looking around you. The targets Dante had placed all floated in mid air, but as soon as you calmed down, they fell down on the floor again. ".....Huh?"

Did you....do this?

"Interesting. So it's based on intense emotions huh...? I wonder what *kind* of intense emotions besides anger make your powers act up" Dante smirked, seemingly unaffected by any of the words you spewed out before.

"Can you quit that? I'm not having sex with you" You sniff a little, cleaning your tears with your hands as Dante stood in front of you now.

"I didn't say anything about sex, I just said there are other kinds of intense emotions we could try" Dante smirked "But if you're offering, I certainly wouldn't mind testing that theory"

"You fucking suck" You say, voice trembling. Before you notice, Dante had pulled you against his chest for a hug.

"...You're not pathetic, by the way. It's true that maybe we are completely different, but I did tell you..." Dante pulls away a little to look at you "...You're no ordinary human, and I was right." He smiles gingerly at you. "...So keep your chin up... we just need to push you a bit further to really see your potential." he whispered, a finger under your chin to make you look at him.

You felt your eyes widen a little as he spoke to you. You've never been this close to him before... he was being so gentle and caring... you didn't even think this was possible. You feel your heart skip a beat as your gazes lock on one another. It was inevitable... you really *were* developing feelings for him.

--

After your episode, Dante took you back to the agency to unwind a little, sitting you down on the couch and sitting on his desk to order some food. He was about to dial the number before he looked back at you.

"What sort of food do you like?" He asked. His question hit you like a truck, you were so out of it.

"Excuse me?" You managed to ask, snapping out of your daze.

"I asked what do you want to eat today" He reworded his sentence.

"I thought you were just going to order pizza?"

"You're angry and fucked up, you get to decide" Dante smiled.

You didn't know whether you felt offended or flattered he let you choose, you sigh in defeat.

"....Can we get some sushi?" You ask sheepishly.

"You're one of those people huh? But fine, for today, guess we're having raw fish" Dante sighed softly, dialing a number and ordering.

It didn't take long for your food to arrive. Dante set everything down on the coffee table and flopped on the couch, sitting next to you as you two enjoyed the food. You ate in silence, but it wasn't the awkward kind, it was actually sort of nice. Dante seemed a lot more thoughtful than you were anticipating, it was sweet.

"...Thanks" You say after a while, making him look over.

"For what?"

"....For this. You know... I talked your ear off and you took it like a champ like it didn't even bother you... and... you still comforted me and even let me choose the food, even if it's a bit more expensive than what you usually eat" You whisper "Just to make me feel better..."

"...I may not get what your outburst was really about, but feeling sorry for yourself doesn't change anything" He spoke "If you feel weak, you need to get up and get strong, if you feel pathetic, you gotta chin up and move forward. I wasn't gonna let you wallow in self pity just because you feel shitty. Shit happens, you gotta deal with it."

You didn't know if he was mad at you for before or if he was genuinely trying to help. But either way, this did feel... nice. He wasn't wrong. Feeling bad for things forever wouldn't change them... but you still felt justified for your outburst earlier.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you" You whisper "You're right... shit happens... I just. I guess I'm just overwhelmed"

"Relax. It wasn't a big deal. People yell at me all the time anyway" He joked. "You know what I do when I feel overwhelmed? I drink, I fight, and I fuck. Can't go wrong with any of those things" He smirked.

You let out a small laugh.

"That.... doesn't sound healthy at all" You smile a little, looking at him

"But it does work~" He leaned closer, looking at you with an amused expression.

Before you knew it, your lips interlocked with one another... and you kissed him back.

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The Devil in my Eyes (part 1/?)

Dante (DMC5) x reader

warnings: young! reader (late 20s), slow burn (no nsfw yet, but there's plot), human! reader, mentions of sex (just talking about it), gender neutral! reader (no pronouns are used), virgin! reader, I don't know what else to put here

summary: you can see demons when no one else can, and after almost getting killed by one and being rescued by Dante, he seems very intrigued in that ability of yours and takes you to spend some time at Devil May Cry to see what you're made of

word count: 2.1k

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chapter 2

[this is my first fic ever about Devil May Cry so please be kind to me please]

You don't even know how this began. A mere human, being taken in by a devil hunter in Devil May Cry... after a huge accident happened with a demon that you almost died to.

You are a college graduate in your late 20s... and one night, you got a little too drunk when coming back to the small apartment you rented that was still next to the college you studied at. You got lost though, and ended up into an alley. What you didn't know is that in that particular night, a demon lurked in the shadows, eyeing its delicious prey that was presenting itself before it in that night...

Everything happened way too fast. By the time you blinked, there was blood gushing out all over the alleyway. Blood dripped on your face, staining your clothes, your bag, your skin... and when you looked down, there was an horrid creature sliced to pieces on the ground in front of you. The demon.

It was not the only thing that was in front of you, however. A man, on his mid 40s perhaps, was also there.... red jacket, silver hair, and a big sword. Blood dripped from the blade, and there were speckles of blood tainting his skin as well. You were in shock. Eyes wide, mouth agape, and he hadn't even noticed you yet. At least, he hadn't noticed you until you screamed.

"Huh-" The man asked in sheer confusion, before noticing why you were screaming. You could.... actually see the demons.

That fateful night was what made you and Dante meet. After passing out on the street after the fact, he had brought you to his office to rest. Once you were cleaned up, at least as much as he could've cleaned you without taking off your clothes, he sat there until you came to.

Once your eyes fluttered open, Dante was there, sitting on his desk, feet up, magazine in hand.

"Oh, you're up." His raspy yet teasing voice spoke up, making you turn your gaze towards him. "Let's talk."

You heard shuffling, until the man placed his chair in front of you and sat down, looking back at you with amusement.

"What are you?" The man asked, making you blink in confusion.

"H-Huh? Wh- what?" You were at a loss for words. What the hell did he even mean by that?

"You saw the demon, didn't you? In the alley?"

".....It's the first time I see one actually dead" You spoke cautiously, making the man raise his brows, almost if surprised.

"Humans can't see demons. You're telling me you've been seeing these creatures all this time?" Dante asked, leaning closer.

You just nodded, a bit uneasy in his presence. What was he getting at?

"Huh. A human who sees demons... huh? Not exactly how I pictured my night going, but this could be troublesome"

You didn't know what to do or what to say. You've been able to see creatures that weren't there ever since you were little. You thought they were ghosts, or monsters, only to find out they were demons and that they were in fact actually there. You always tried to repress that ability, distract yourself with your studies, trying to live a mundane life... until now, it seemed.

You've never seen a demon being killed, you tried to make sure the demons didn't notice that you could actually see them, and it had worked out well until today. But... this man, you were unsure what he was going to do to you. Was he also a demon?

"Are you....going to kill me?" You asked cautiously after he said how troublesome it was that you could see things you probably shouldn't.

That question made the man laugh. "What? Are you kidding? Of course not, this is the most interesting thing I've ever found in months"

"....Then.... what... what are you going to do?" You asked

"Introductions first. I'm Dante, Devil Hunter. You're at my agency, Devil May Cry" The man smiled

"....Devil....hunter?"

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It had been a few days since you've been there with Dante. He couldn't let go of the fact you, a simple human, had 'powers', even though you yourself didn't consider seeing demons as a power, per se. He tried to see if you had any other abilities, but at the end of the week, while you were sitting in one of the spare rooms he had prepared for you, he hadn't come see you.

You spent the whole morning in your room without seeing him, and you were starting to get worried. He had made you an 'honorary devil hunter' while he saw what you were made of, which consisted of several 'psychic' related tests that ultimately failed. It seemed the only ability you had was have a weird vision, if that counted.

After some hours, you started to get hungry. You got tired of waiting for him, so you decided to leave the room and go look for anything to eat downstairs. The agency was empty, boxes of pizza spread out everywhere from God knows how long, soda cans, empty chip bags, and other various assortments of trash Dante refused to clean up.

You absent-mindedly tried to see if there was still anything edible from his trash, but eventually gave up altogether. You flopped to his desk chair. Maybe you could order something.

By the time you picked up the phone, the doors had opened. Dante was there holding a stack of pizza, already with a slice on his mouth, cheese slowly but surely dripping from it.

You jump at the sudden door opening, placing the phone down and looking at him wide eyed, before relaxing and sighing. So this is where he was... typical.

Dante strolled into the office and placed the pizza stacks down on the desk, finishing the slice he had in his mouth almost instantly. "What are you doing?" He asked, licking his fingers.

"I was hungry... and I didn't know where you went, so I was about to order something" You explained rather bashfully

"Eat up" He motioned to the pizza boxes. To be honest, just looking at them made your stomach hurl. You've been eating nothing but pizza and soda for the past week.... you missed real food.

"Is this what you ever eat?" You asked with a grimace, but taking a slice anyway.

"It's practical" He shrugged, sitting on top of the desk, in front or you.

"...So, um. I'm just a normal human after all, huh? You must be disappointed" You bring up after he sits down, munching on your slice of pizza.

"I've seen lots of things, and lots of normal humans. You don't fit the criteria even if your ability isn't much" He smiled "Why don't you stay here, huh? I could teach you to use a gun, defend yourself in case the demons take notice you can see them"

"...All I want is to live an ordinary life with no demons..." You sigh "... But, it's true that maybe one day they'll notice and kill me. I mean, I almost did get killed by one when we met"

"That's why you don't wander off at night" Dante teased, already on his third slice of pizza "But seriously, I could teach you"

"....I guess I can stay a while longer, it's not like I have much to do anyway" You sigh.

Ever since you started working freelance, things have been a bit tough, but... staying here with free food and hot water for the week wasn't a bad deal for now. And besides, Dante could protect you if any demons did try to break in or kill you. You didn't mind staying for a bit more. You lived alone in a small apartment, it wasn't like anyone would miss you.

"That reminds me, we got so busy testing what kind of abilities you have this past week, I didn't even really ask you about, well, yourself" Dante began, gobbling down his slice of pizza "What do you do? Besides seeing demons everywhere"

"There isn't much to tell" You sigh, finishing your slice of pizza as well and cleaning your hands against your pants. "I was born and raised here and despite my odd vision, I always lived a normal life. I finished college, got myself a small apartment and I have a Journaling blog that a few people follow"

"Journaling blog?" Dante questioned, as if the concept was alien to him

"Yeah, I try a lot of things and then tell about my experience, it teaches people how to do said thing and to not be afraid to try them just because they don't know how or never tried before... It's, kind of hard to explain... like a tutorial channel I guess?"

"Huh. Modern times sure have everything." Dante shrugged at the thought. "It's pretty impressive how you've led a regular life despite all the monsters lurking about in the corner of your eye though, you're more resilient than you look"

"I'll take that as a compliment" You sigh. "But...what about you? You don't really tell much about yourself either... I just know you, well, hunt demons"

"Eh. Nothing interesting to share besides that"

"...Seriously?"

Dante smirked "Well, the only interesting thing you don't know about me can be considered.....private business"

"Gross" You roll your eyes at his innuendo, but you couldn't help but feel your cheeks darken softly at the thought. It was true you did consider Dante to be a rather attractive man... but you had no chance with him. A man of his age probably had a partner already... maybe one of those women that appeared here sometimes.... Trish and Lady.... possibly Trish since she looked closer in age to him... however, as you thought more about it, Dante never expressed any sexual interest in either of them, at least not that you noticed. "That reminds me... do you have a girlfriend or anything like that?"

Your question seemed to startle him a little, but he just laughed. "I don't have time for that, why are you asking? Interested in the position?"

Your cheeks darken further with his comment, and you scoff in return. "Psh, no. I was just wondering since you're....old."

"Ouch~ what does that mean? I'm in my peak yknow, I am too busy to even think about those things, I'm not settling" Dante took a fourth slice of pizza while he spoke

"Hmm..." You didn't seem satisfied with his answer. A man like him surely would have many suitors, or at least a lot of hookups on his belt. Maybe he was into flings rather than committed relationships? You shake your head a little as you catch yourself fixated on what kind of love life Dante must have, why did it matter anyway?

"What about you, huh? You're young. Got any girlfriends? boyfriends?" Dante asked curiously, leaning closer

You shake your head "No. I mean, I dated before but... nothing too serious.... they dumped me because I was... a prude" You grimace, avoiding your gaze as if ashamed of admitting it.

There's a brief moment of silence between you before Dante speaks again, after finishing his slice of pizza.

"That's not a reason to break up"

"...Why don't you tell my ex that?" You try to joke, but look clearly deflated. "You probably have a lot of experience... if you were open to dating you most likely wouldn't want someone inexperienced"

"You're assuming a lot of things about me you know nothing about" Dante smirked "If I did have a partner, I wouldn't mind spending extra time teaching them how to do things like that~ isn't that what's it all about?"

You shrug, unable to answer him. Your previous relationship was pushy and you felt ashamed of your body and your lack of experience, you didn't know "what it was all about" like Dante was saying.

Before you could say anything though, he jumped off the desk and cleaned his hands against his pants, before placing them on his hips and looking back at you.

"I've been with inexperienced people before, it's not all bad, as long as they don't fall in love with me afterwards that is~" Dante smirked "Everyone used to be a virgin in the beginning right? You only get better at something the more you do it"

"Ugh.... this feels like a parent having a sex ed talk with their kid, please stop" You grumble, rubbing your face a little in embarrassment

"Hey~ I wouldn't mind showing you how to do it" Dante leaned closer with a devious expression "My door's always open" he winked

"Huh?" You blink, feeling your face flush red before you could even process what just happened.

Dante walked back with a smile "The rest of the pizza is yours!" He waved, before going upstairs and disappearing behind the walls.

You sat there dumbfounded, did.... Dante just.... huh? What just happened?!

You were paralyzed in your seat for several minutes... unaware of the things that'd unfold between the two of you.

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can't believe my first fic got +60 notes total, I'm so happy :D! thank you everyone who liked and reblogged it!

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Oh, and I forgot to add: would it be different in the beginning of the relationship and after some time together? I'd like to think fights with Dante are extremely rare regardless, and as you get to know each other better, their number will get close to zero. But I'd like to read what you think.

:) anon

Dante (DMC5) Headcannons (part 2)

a.n: sorry I took a bit to respond to this one!

I think in the beginning of the relationship, fights with Dante would still be rare, and would mostly be brought up/started by you, again, with his dismissive nature it's pretty easy to piss someone off if something is bothering you or something bad happened that he should care but didn't.

Here's what I think regarding those two situations:

In the beginning:

Most arguments would probably be petty depending on what kind of person you are, like complain about something he didn't do, or needs to do that he refuses to. Then they'd grow into actual issues, and you start wondering if he really doesn't care, and I think things can escalate at this point.

It really takes someone mature and patient to be able to handle Dante in the initial stages of a relationship with him, especially since he doesn't seem like the kind of guy to be a super fan of commitment (so congratulations if you land a relationship with the guy lol)

After some time (maybe 6 months to 1 year and ahead):

Knowing how Dante works and what to avoid, I can see fights RARELY happening at this stage. You two manage to get into compromises for most things and he'd probably have evolved a little at this rate. I can see fights with him being mostly reminders, like a "seriously?" type rather than an actual serious fight or argument.

I think at this point you can be pretty in sync and even get some of his traits hahah, so fights would be a bit silly

Final Thoughts:

In general, I think it's very important to be understanding and patient and match his energy. If he doesn't bother, you shouldn't waste your energy, but point out when things should matter so he can also work on his flaws when it comes to listening and talking about problems.

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Hello! Dunno if you do headcanons or not, but I have an ask for you. How do you think Dante would behave when he's in a disagreement/fight with his s/o? I see him as a rather conflict avoiding person, tbh. If there's a problem he'll do his best to ignore it and sweep it under the rug. Which is obviously not good, neither for him, nor his partner. So it really takes something special to force him to acknowledge the situation head on, I think.

Also. Do you think he would be first one to apologize afterwards or nah? Or depending on who's wrong? Just gimme some thoughts. Or don't, up to you :)

Have a nice day!

Dante (DCM5) Headcannons (part 1):

a.n: I think the whole ‘sweeping it under the rug’ behaviour would be the most accurate for him, but here’s some of my own!(i never did headcannons before so apologies if the formatting is weird?)

After a disagreement:

Dante is the first one to leave the argument, either by saying ‘I am not arguing with you right now/about this’, or simply walking away and leaving you talking to yourself

Dante is not a good listener when you share your argument, and rather ignore it completely to avoid stressing about it

Dante doesn’t raise his voice, but I don’t think he’d make eye contact either, especially while you’re talking, always looking down or to his surroundings as a way to deflect his attention as well

After a fight (yelling, etc):

I feel Dante would let you scream alone, and this is a double edged sword because it could  be perceived as manipulative (since you’d be seen as the emotional exploding mess and him the calm and collected rational guy), but also mostly because he REALLY doesn’t want to waste his energy yelling or getting worked up

He’d be the quiet type to just let you exhaust yourself, and then maybe have the audacity to ask ‘are you done?’ afterwards

I think to make him actively participate in a fight like this, it really would depend of the subject, if it’s something he perceives as unimportant by his own standards (even if in a general sense, it could be important), he is not going to give himself trouble getting personally involved

I think also that the only way to make him ‘care’ to participate is to really hammer it into his head until he snaps (which is also not really healthy for neither side), because I feel Dante is also the type of person to think one conversation fixes the problem, and once he realizes that’s not the case and you keep bringing it up, he’s going to eventually get fed up and then participate to see how to end it for good. But again, you’d be the one who’d have to lead this, which can be mentally exhausting.

a.n: also I know all of these make him sound like a terrible person, but I think toxic behaviours don’t necessarily make someone an exclusively toxic person, and all of these passive behaviours CAN be changed through enough communication

Who’d apologise first:

This is a toughie because I think Dante would definitely apologise first but mostly to end the argument faster, and only after you properly discuss everything that he’d give a genuine apology and offer to make it up to you somehow (can be an extensive process)

When he’s wrong, I think the more severe it is the more he’s going to try to avoid seeing it as his fault, because he wants to do things his way. In this case, I think the only way to get him to apologise first would to let him get his shit wrecked lol, to really beat the pride out of him

Final Thoughts:

Overall I think Dante when it comes to arguments, fights, and etc, is a really passive guy. He may give off the impression he doesn’t care or as dismissive, but I think mostly because he doesn’t know how to solve problems without fighting or killing. Throughout the games, from what I could gather, specially in DMC5, he lacks communication and prefers to handle things his way than to actually sit down and have a talk. Talking for him is just fighting, but with his S/O I feel he’d be at such a loss on how to handle the situation properly, it’d take a lot to make him go from “seemingly uncaring” to “understanding”. The main issue would be the ‘sweep under the rug’ mentality of him letting things pile up before they explode in his face, because he’s the kind of guy to say he can just ‘fix it later’.

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